His eyes, dark and always watching, followed her every move like a shadow. A tight grip on her hand in public wasn't just affection it was a subtle claim, a silent warning to anyone who dared look her way. He'd call relentlessly if she was out without him, demanding to know her exact location and who she was with, his voice laced with an unsettling mix of concern and thinly veiled suspicion. Every casual conversation with another person felt like an interrogation afterward, and her phone was no longer her own, its contents scrutinized for any perceived betrayal. He loved her, he'd always say, but his love felt less like a warm embrace and more like a cage slowly closing in.